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26 March 2009 @ 11:05 pm
Memes (Two for the Price of One)  
I'm feeling much better now. Which means it's time for memes!

First, from joonscribble:

1. Comment and I will give you 3 people.
2. Post this meme with your answers.
3. Label which you would marry, shag, or throw off a cliff.

joonscribble gave me:
Rufus Sewell
Callum Keith Rennie
Paul Blackthorne


Rufus Sewell - I'd marry him. I have loved him since I first saw him in A Knight's Tale. I love his eyes. I have routed for him to play a good guy and spent much time trying to get my hands on his various roles. I'm always happy to see him in something and I think he's a long term love affair and not someone I'd love fiercely for a few months and then forget about. He's been married twice, but maybe third time would be the charm?

Callum Keith Rennie - I'd shag him. He seems like a good one night stand kind of guy (sort of the bad boy). He's, unfortunately, starting to show his years however. If I could get him back in his due South days...*is shallow*

Paul Blackthorne - I'd cliff him. I think he's charming and sweet and British and all, but I've never seen him in anything other than the Dresden Files and, as much as I love Harry, I have no investment in him as an actor. Sorry, Paul!


Dr. Jacob Hood (Rufus Sewell on Eleventh Hour) - Again, I'd marry him. He's a sweetie and cute and smart and somewhat bumbling and distracted. He's the kind of guy who'd try to find the cure for Cancer to save you. And succeed.

Harry Dresden (Paul Blackthorne on The Dresden Files) - I'd shag him. Since that seems to be Harry's MO and it might get creepy to stick around too long with Bob leering at you.

Ray Kowalski (Callum Keith Rennie on due South) - I love RayK. I do. He's my favourite part of the show, really. But he's got serious Stella angst and is very needy and is possibly in love with a Mountie. I'd have to cliff him.

Second meme, also from joonscribble.

1. Pick a character (either a canon character or an original character) and ask me a question about him/her/it.

2. I'll answer the question with a fic snippet.

Feel free to ask for more than one character and/or more than one question.
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quickyfant: smilequickyfant on March 27th, 2009 05:35 am (UTC)

Glad you feel better! May I have a request on the second Meme? I like your Miranda and Bob stories, you have them meet at one story, but I always think of how did Bob react to knowing Harry is going to marry her?
Thanks! :)
The Writer They Call Tay: Dresden: walking skullawanderingbard on March 29th, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
Put A Ring On it
Bob emerged from his skull at the sound of drawers being rifled through. Harry paced by him on his way to another set of drawers, with a preoccupied, “hey,” as he passed.

“Good morning,” Bob replied, following after Harry. “Are you looking for something in particular or are you just making a mess?”

“I need a ring,” Harry said. He yanked open another drawer and started to remove its contents with alacrity. A rubber chicken went flying through Bob’s shoulder.

“Why do you need a ring?” Bob asked, deciding not to ask about the chicken. Sometimes it was just best to remain ignorant.

“Mira and I are getting married,” Harry said, matter-of-factly. Another drawer’s contents were emptied onto the counter. “And I know I had a ring around here...”

There were very few times in his life and unlife where Bob found himself genuinely surprised. This was one of them. “You...mar...what?” he sputtered. “Why on Earth would you want to do that?”

“Well, Mira just said we should,” Harry explained, gesturing upwards towards the loft. “And I thought it seemed like a good idea. I mean, we’re practically married already. She lives here, we do our laundry together, she lectures me about leaving my clothes on the floor. She’s bonded with my ghost. We’re just making it official.”

“I see,” Bob said. “I suppose that makes sense...”

“Your enthusiasm is overwhelming,” Harry said, dryly.

“Well, it’s all rather sudden,” Bob said. “Watch your head.” Harry shifted and managed to avoid hitting an open drawer as he stood up. “When is this marriage taking place?”

“’Bout an hour,” Harry answered. He crawled under the table.

“What?!” Bob said.

“We’re gonna go to city hall,” Harry explained. “Mira’s just getting dressed.”

“I have to say I think you’re rushing into things a bit,” Bob said, fussing.

Harry crawled out from under the table and proceeded to open and close some more drawers. “Nah,” he said.

“You’re quite serious about this, aren’t you?” Bob noted, somewhat incredulously.

Harry made a triumphant noise and pulled a small ring box from a drawer. He opened it up and flashed it to Bob. The ring inside was silver with a love knot shape, and had a small diamond set in the middle.

“It was my grandmother’s,” Harry said. “Dresden. Dad put it in a safety deposit box in Atlantic City until I turned eighteen.” He frowned at it and looked nervous. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

Bob examined the ring and nodded briskly. He had to admit it looked very much like something Miranda would choose for herself. “Yes, it is very elegant, Harry.”

Harry beamed. “You’ll come, right?” he said, slipping the ring into the pocket of his pants. “To be a witness, or whatever? I mean, it would be weird if you weren’t there.”

Bob’s growing panic was pushed aside by a feeling of warmth. He tried to return to his previous aim of deterrence, but Harry looked so genuinely excited and sure of himself, that Bob couldn’t seem to find the right words.

The door to the lab opened and Miranda stuck her head in. “Hey guys,” she said. “Jess is in. She’ll meet us there. She’s getting me a bouquet, too, apparently.”

“Great!” Harry said, smiling at her affectionately.

They both looked to Bob, who was still trying to sort out his thoughts on the matter. “Er...” he began. “Yes, I’ll come of course.”

Miranda and Harry both grinned at him.

“I hope you’re not getting married in that,” he said to Harry, gesturing to the jeans and sweater he was sporting. “Find a suit, at least.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but left the lab, hopefully in search of more appropriate clothing. Bob let out a soft sigh, but steeled himself up. Miranda smiled at him, mouthing ‘thank you’ before she went after Harry.

quickyfant: smilequickyfant on March 29th, 2009 06:44 am (UTC)

Thank you so much! I liked it so much! May I highlight the favorite parts (copy/pastes the whole fic)!

are you just making a mess?”

I like the Bob voice, and the fact that Harry is so used to his banter that he goes on with his searching without reacting to it!

deciding not to ask about the chicken. Sometimes it was just best to remain ignorant.

LOL to the image of a rubber chicken flying through Bob! And I think we trust your judgment on not wanting to know why Harry has a rubber chicken in his lab! ;)

She lives here, we do our laundry together, she lectures me about leaving my clothes on the floor. She’s bonded with my ghost.

Harry's checklist of reasons to get married! Personal favorite: bonding with ghost! She must bond with Mister too!

Bob’s growing panic was pushed aside by a feeling of warmth.

I think this is the heart of the story and so well captured! Bob fears to loose something if Harry marries, and I say it, not in the way of romantic love, but in sibling displacement? Does this sound coherent?
I think Mira bonded with Bob, but there was/is still some jealously and maybe fear of what this relationship of Harry's means of his place in Harry's life. But the fatherly love/pride wins and he gives his blessing, of sorts! And Mira knows how much it means for Harry to get that of Bob, and thanks him! *Has so much warm, fuzzy feelings!*
Loved the detail of the ring being of the Dresden Grandmother, its so fitting! Its like the implicit blessing of Harry's father, too!
And the ending of Bob berating him to put on better clothes, PERFECT!

I am sorry if I over extended my commentary, but am so happy with this story! Thank you so much!